I’ve been wrapped up in work these last weeks so please excuse the delay with posts.

I intend on publishing a collection of my own short stories that I’ve amassed over the past 13 years. I will use Smashwords to do this as it seems to be one of the few online publishers offering a fairly decent deal to the authors. As far as i remember they also give you an ISBN number and are targets for future talent via Barnes and Noble, Amazon, etc.

Smashwords also offer a service to have your book cover illustrated and designed, but they also offer authors like myself who are working with images and photography the dimensions to DIY it. I have not made my own yet, but recently I helped a friend with his and after some hours of screen sharing via Skype we managed to find his image of a four legged, masked girl with a flying piglet on her lap…

Yes, of course, I did think it was a wind up when he first requested this image but soon realized his sincerity and here is what he got.

Anything can be created from imagination

I write this information here on the off chance that any of you writers and poets need book or CD covers. I have a nice stock sitting here (samples here ) not doing much apart from being eye candy for the net.

I’m also aware that cutting a living from being a wordsmith is not so great, so I will discount each case as it comes by as long as you’re being honest. The more you earn or claim the more you donate for my time and efforts please.

I tapped cautiously my finger. You scurried that way, only you can do. Upside down on the bathroom ceiling, making me remember your intricacies. All woven in nature’s genial design of air expelling hairs on your feet that allow you traction anywhere.

And those eyes; unique exoplanets and exotic in their own right. Hazel opals with a blunt logo of your former self. I can see that in your deathly iris. Inside, infinitely black, endless, yet calm. Perhaps where you departed so easily to, and surprising…no…shocking me.

Or was it I you?

By falling with your half grown new tail. First, onto my lens. Then, I studied your featherweight in my palm. Intrigued and inspiring me to interpret you with this poem come epitaph. When perhaps your days doing your duty were more deserving of a psalm.

You were always going in to the light. In this life for bugs and now perhaps immortality…that makes me smile a bit. Thinking of you in that heavenly place where all the ghosts of your victims await you to devour them all over again.

Somewhere inside us is the trace element of a star that collapsed -ages ago- and somehow all of the atoms from that explosion collided formed all of this, the plasma or lcd you’re looking at and the TC and AG amino´s that formed to make us. We get up, we work, we feck and somewhere in between, either on the shortcut back from the pub taking a leak or dazed on a beach on our two week break in the sun we fall on our backs and stare hard at the same stars that our predecessors stared at and wondered how far they might fall when their boat left the end of the earth for infinity.

I think about it all the time. Always thinking, always pretending I might be arrogant enough to stumble across the great truth about the universe and why we’re here, but its a given that in a lifetime, we all do. We’re only going to get the answers when science exceeds it’s boundaries with faith of the impossible, proves God is the Law of Attraction and Neutrinos really do travel faster than light.

Stephen J Hawking tells us in one of his quotes that those who look for the answers will find the hell, because God created it first for those who go looking for the answers. On the other side of his great wisdom there are specialized and trustworthy (yeah right) groups who are supposed to know the real truth about why we’re here. How we arrived at where we are, and exactly where we are supposed to be. They are of course sporting silver grey or near white hair and regularly attend the lodges of the world, especially the ones of the ancient order and Scottish rite freemasonry. They spend their Friday afternoons going through the chapters of knowledge until they reach the dizzy heights of chapter 33. Here, they get the truths we all want to know or understand. I don´t know what that is but I guess it is something to do with the great architect of the universe as they refer to a lot in their books. I expect also, it has a lot to do with the secrets of our reason for being here. Other little clans of societies with secrets, co exist with freemasons, they are not exactly secret societies either, especially after the bestselling Da Vinci Code.

Anyway, those who do and those who don’t. I ask what the purpose of our universe is about? Not on each and every blog I am going to post, but after reading an excellent book called “View From Planet Earth” by Vincent Cronin. I was struck by the depths of his research and facts. Take the closest star, it’s a fine balance between something that could have burned itself out about a billion years ago and what gives a few of us the melanoma today. Freeman J Dyson explains it in a paper he gave in 1971. It’s all about helium-2 and protons and could confuse you if you’re not into all that stuff but it made a lot of sense to my mind. How could that have happened by chance? I read it and remembered a programme from BBC about the suns heliopause. This would be the extent of the suns force and it is somewhere like 4 times the distance between the sun and Pluto. The sound of radio emissions from a coronal mass ejection leaving the sun and then passing the probes Voyager 1 and 2 showed it passing them about a hundred days apart and then it reached this area at the end of our solar system where it made this faint noise like the sound of a baby in the womb; from an ultrasonic scan.

I pondered that distance for a week or two, and it made me think that maybe the sun delivers the day-to-day thoughts of us the same way a magnetic disk transfers information.

I don’t want to bore you completely with all of my background and my curiosity on aurora borealis and astronomy in general, but you only have to understand the simplicity of how they happen and when the 11year solar low, solar max cycle of the sun’s energy changes and affects the weather in our planet, no-one knows how exactly, it just does.)

What if all of the stars and the universe has a purpose as well as us on this wee pebble, spinning around drenching each other in hate, oil, blood and holding faith in the biggest absentee landlord in the world that we were out here in his / her image or one of the other ones, but I’ll put a sock in it just there. I daren’t step over the images of religious leaders in metaphor or cartoons. That is after all using free speech the same as free thought and that’s a bad thing in today’s world, right? It might be anything and like the universe when you –both readers- were just a swirling gas being pulled into a mass by something that proved to be gravity. It came in all different smells and colours. It was just there. Like us, just here, pondering, or too busy surviving to notice or care.